exsiliumlogs | Let slip the dogs of war

Date&Time: The week of the moon base happenings!
Location: Moon Base
Charactes: Scott (

workout), Isaac (

painedintheballs) and everyone they run into!
Summary: Werewolves. On the Moon. Sounds like a B horror movie, doesn't it?

Notes:
This is a giant catch-all log for the wolf shenanigans on the moon. The log will be split into three top level comments:
Confrontation, for characters to run into Scott and Isaac separately and fight them/try to weaken them for containment/be mauled by them,
Containment, which will be closed to the characters doing the permanent containment, and
During Containment, which is for characters to interact with the wolves while they're incapacitated, but still twigging out- this is where possible solutions will be threaded out!

Moon Base FAQ!

And a quick note to all of our awesome volunteers! We had a ton of people respond to the plotting post, so in the interest of keeping timelines intact but making it inclusive, we settled on one actual capture scenario and opened up the confrontation section to any and all containment attempts. They won't be successful, but will still give us a chance to get some CR going!

Same applies to the during containment/solution thread. We'll probably select one "permanent" fix, but we can thread out all kinds of temporary fixes or attempted fixes in the meantime, so feel free to jump in!

Also, this was super well timed because Isaac-mun is going on a birthday road trip at the end of the week (I'll be gone until Saturday, sorry guys!), and Scott/Peter mun are both slammed by work so BACKTAGS MAY BE A THING THAT HAPPENS sorry guys ;w;

/TL;DR SORRY

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Then there's no reason to stay away, is there?

[ to prove the point, she decides to come closer. nymeria growls quietly behind her, but the girl ignores her. ]

[ scott flinches back, rattling his restraints. but it's not like there's anywhere for him to go, and so a second later he stills entirely, body rigid. he shifts his gaze away from arya and down to the floor, trying to drag his attention elsewhere, focus on an anchor- ]

Don't.

[ it's said under his breath, and this time it's more begging than assertive. ]

I'm not going to hurt you!

[ but she stops. she bends down instead, wrapping her arms around her knees. she treats him much like a cornered animal, keeping a wary distance but she's never been one to hang back in fear. she's quiet a moment then she's seeing herself through red eyes.

she can fold herself into nymeria as if she were a part of the wolf too. with him, she can feel the part of him that's him and she leaves that alone. instead she keeps to the edges, seeing what he does, hearing what he can, smelling the strange air with every inhale. it's like the world is new and sharp rather than the weak image she sees through her weak little girl's body. ]

[ her hurting him isn't what he's concerned about, though scott doesn't clarify. he doesn't really get the chance before she stops, and he assumes it's because she's listening to his warning.

she isn't, of course; and a moment later she's there, with him. it's a sensation he's acutely aware of, and there's something uncomfortably familiar about it - the pressure of an alpha on his mind, pulling strings - but that's only in concept. there's nothing about this that feels the same way; this is passive, light.

it causes him to go silent, thoughtful, but then some of the tension actually eases. this is distracting, and distractions are extremely welcome right now. ]

What are you doing?

Nothing. You told me to stop, I stopped.

[ but she's still seeing two images: scott chained and herself in front of him. neither is confused or detracts from the other.

feeling a little more daring, she inches closer. using one hand for balance, she leans forward and lightly brushes her fingers against his cheek. ]

See? My hand hasn't fallen off.

[ there's another light flinch at the touch, but it's not even enough to shift his restraints. his brow is furrowed in thought, attention fixed on arya's eyes instead of her hand. ]

This isn't nothing.

[ deep words or simple observation, either or. there's a faint challenge in it, though it's only for the sake of drawing out an explanation. ]

I can...

[ sense her? feel her? hear her isn't right. none of it's really accurate, hence him failing to finish the sentence. ]

You can what?

[ she pulls her hand back and as she does she pulls back too. then it's him alone with his thoughts again while she kneels in front of him. her wolf stands at her back. nymeria refuses to leave the girl so near a potential predator alone. ]

[ this would be hard to word at the best of times. the human side's still struggling to stay at the forefront, and that's even more of an obstacle, but he finally settles on something after a lengthy pause. ]

You were with me.

[ were. he felt her leave just the same, but it was like someone slipping out a side door unnoticed; not sharp or startling. ]

[ a little frown knits her brow. ]

You knew?

[ he just nods, but he seems just as confused as she is. ]

What was it?

[ she edges back. what snarls and ugly faces failed to do, that question succeeds at: she's scared. ]

Nothing. I didn't do anything.

[ the wolf wants to jump at that fear, take advantage of the vulnerability; scott shuts it down, but the effort causes his voice to shift away from gentle curiosity. it's lined with tension again, all forced control. ]

I won't tell anyone.

[ this is natural to him; putting others at ease, understanding. it should be. right now it's a struggle, and the realization that he has to cling this desperately just to be him only fuels the wolf's frightened aggression. ]

Why are you angry?

[ suspicious always, the change only serves to fuel it further. her eyes narrow. behind her, the direwolf growls. [

[ the natural response is to growl back. he manages not to, but it's clear the intention's still there. ]

The moon.

[ it's the best answer he can manage. it's a weak one, but explaining it requires more tact than he's got right now. ]

Why?

[ she's torn between staying and fleeing. he had been calm, why is he suddenly so angry again? ]

[ her hesitation, the sudden show of fear - it gets a mixed response. the bloodlust wants to take advantage, but the rest of him - even the wolf, in part - wants to offer protection, deal with the threat. seeing as the threat is him, the best he can do is school his voice into something more human. ]

The moon makes us... it makes us what we are. We can usually control it, but this— [ there's very little change in his tone, and it's too tired and borderline aggressive to make much of a joke, but there's an attempt. ] We aren't usually this close to it.

But you were calm.

[ no one will believe him if he says anything. when she reaches for him this time, she treats him as she does her direwolf. the same unobtrusive presence as before except this time she speaks: breathe. when she takes a breath, she does it with his lungs. her attempt to help. ]

[ this time it's different. this time there's the itch in his spine, that anxious feeling that comes with an alpha's snarl and their control pushing against his, causing him to shift, to attack-

that's not what this is. he knows it, logically. this a young girl with an ability he doesn't understand, taking harmless breaths. he fights against it anyway, all instincts (fear), jerking back against his restraints. when he shouts at her his voice is mostly human, mostly scared, but there are layers of the wolf's snarl reverberating through it. ]

Stop!

[ she jerks back as if struck, eyes wide. she collides against her now growling wolf. her fingers encircle a leg like a child clutching at a security blanket. she lets the wolf's presence steady her. ]

Sorry—I didn't—

Let slip the dogs of war

I'm blaming you anyway

that's just mean

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